Behind an Iron Door
Coldness seeps through beneath the iron door,
Darkness enfolds her like a caterpillar cocoon,
Moist moss, jade akin to envy, on the floor,
In a faint, audible range; a burst of a balloon.
Claustrophobic, she scrapes at the walls,
Fractures of plaster exposes more stone,
Climbing the partition, too clumsy she falls,
Weeping within darkness, destined to be alone.
Anger enters by force, fists breaking the barrier,
A ray of sunlight trickles into the shadows.
A bird chirping, has come to be her carrier,
Iron doors unbolt, a marine amid meadows.
Cerulean skies and indigo waters cascade peace,
By magic or chance, she has found a release.
